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Sep 10, 2021 · Cherry Wine Lyrics: Why you standin' all by yourself? / Those shoes were made for dancin' with someone else / Why don't we move over to that empty space? / I'll bet you twenty bucks...
Jul 3, 2013 · Cherry Wine (Live) Lyrics: Her eyes and words are so icy / Oh, but she burns like rum on a fire / Hot and fast and angry as she can be / I walk my days on a wire / It looks ugly, but it's clean...
Hozier Lyrics. "Cherry Wine". Her eyes and words are so icy. Oh but she burns. Like rum on a fire. Hot and fast and angry. As she can be. I walk my days on a wire. It looks ugly, but it's clean.
Cherry Wine Lyrics by Hozier from the Hozier album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my …
Cherry Wine Lyrics by Hozier. Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry As she can be I walk my days on a wire.
Hozier - Cherry Wine Lyrics. Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire it looks.
Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry As she can be I walk my days on a wire It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh mamma, don't fuss over me [Chorus:] The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Calls of guilty ...
Cherry Wine lyrics. Her eyes and words are so icy. Oh but she burns like rum on the fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be. I walk my days on a wire. It looks ugly, but it's clean. Oh momma, don't fuss over me. [Chorus] The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine.
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Cherry Wine Lyrics. Her eyes and words are so icy. Oh but she burns. Like rum on a fire. Hot and fast and angry. As she can be. I walk my days on a wire. It looks ugly, but it's clean, Oh mama, don't fuss over me. The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
